September 30, 2005
Finally, after at least three weeks, I am starting to feel like a normal person again. Who knew that I would inwardly celebrate when I felt capable of doing my laundry? Who knew that I yearned to be able to...
October 23, 2004
If anyone had stuck their head into the Parlor last night they would have been greatly amused or perhaps slightly alarmed. The Gray, lying on the flowered couch and looking quite handsome in his black turtleneck and olive slacks, was...
October 22, 2004
I polled the wheels of Icelandic yarn. None of them wanted to be cats. "We've worked hard to get where we are today," the medium brown told me. "We don't want to be 'cute' and we don't want to be...
October 17, 2004
